Yeah yeah yeah yeah
One two
We ain't gotta spit sixteens on this
Aiyyo this the best thing that ever happened to rap
Since Big Pun was packin' a mac
In the back of the Ac
It's like gettin pulled over by police
With a loaded mag and duffle bag of crack in the back
Y'all in hot water y'all crab motherf**kers it got too hot
In the pot ya got slaughtered
Your manager got sorted you got shorted
We turned around and put it out the blocks bought it
Yo I got rhymes and gats that I'm concealin
If rap is the floor hip hop is the ceiling
Led from jump never was we trailin
Before you fight me you better fight the feelin n**ga
Face it God the base is broad
Edo is grimey Ace is hard
You can catch two Ls' like your name's James Todd
A and E off en garde the hit squad
Yo y'all dudes is similiar to cinema
Trained actors like Brad and Jennifer
But yo I got a flow like Angelina
And I'm a king like Billie Jean promoter Don and Regina
We've been doin this as long as y'all been alive
So little boys keep your mouth shut when the men arrive
I look mean as a motherf**ker when I drive
The chromed out black four fifty like ten to five
You'll get bodied hard so you better have a bodyguard
I get that green like Swiss chard
When the flames pop you'll never gain props
When the game stops and the chain pops
We gettin off at the same stop
I can understand an ocean by lookin at a raindrop
We everywhere
You in a same spot
I'mma make it so you rappers
Never ever namedrop
Yeah your girl's on my wood like a hungry beaver
If she tellin you she home with a
Fever n**ga don't believe her
She on top of me I'm underneath her
'Cause your swag is illegal procedure like one receiver
Women hate a grown man with feminine traits
And your body gel
Kinda smell like cinnamon grapes
Your shampoo's like Fruit Passion
You the a** in the Louis store
Tryin to find some cute fashion
Yo you a no show
And you won't blow
The people who know aren't talkin
The people who are talkin don't know
You a hobo you'll get ate like ocho
By my vocals
I'm number one
Twist your wig like a cumberbund
This whole industry is troublesome
We pop rappers like bubble gum
Don't confuse A and E with the other ones
When It's time to get wild on stage
I can spit eights like Lynn Swann
Alan Paige
Or maybe Randy Moss in his college days
When he was goin through that childish phase
But listen what you witnessin is violent rage
Kind of like a lion that got out his cage
It's the underground sound that pays
Me and Crazy Eddie go together like Brown and Beige
The game a soap opera
The days of our Lives
Rappers talk sh*t then they apoligize
I'm sorry
No substance hollow guys
That's why I do my 1 2 and don't follow lies
I'm wax you Serato guys
You bullsh*t and Edo is bonafied
My dogs sick 'em get 'em
Now they play victim
Ain't about them toys
It's about who playin wit 'em
